The 4th…

My confrontation of negativity is now more of an embrace of it– letting it inspire and creatively shove me.  Just finished 8 miles, after time with wife and babies and Jackie’s friends in Kenwood, their moms all of which are Alice’s allies, at the usual annual 4th parade.

Father, runner, now writer and teacher.  Teaching myself after the 8 miles that positivity and full forward in the yay is the only way for this writer.  Negativity not ever addressed or infused in my sprints or scribbles, never in the writer’s spirits again.  Think of my travels, Spain… Spain.  Kept thinking on the run, ‘Spain’.  My first travel piece.  Can’t write much now, as I need to relax and hydrate.  Would love a beer but water must come first.  Mom and Dad over later, wine and conversation guaranteed, positive yay-wheel catapult.  Thought of an idea at end of run, just before 8, about a Kerouc essay, how IT is always a ‘there’, it’s never here.  OR, and, it’s the journey to get there, the Road itself.  This is the thesis and rhetorical structuring cemented in the igniting chapter…  More later.